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`DanLuVisiArt's name is one that resonates around our community with a sense of awe and wonder. His artwork not only graces our galleries, but it also heading for the silver screen, as his infamous Last Man Standing is to be turned into a film. We're extremely proud of Dan, who has put his 11 years in our community to excellent use, forging and sustaining a loyal fan base. Not only that, but Dan always takes time out to share resources and tutorials, alongside exciting new artwork on a regular basis. Congratulations, Dan!
-awarded January 2014
Back from the dead. 

I've kinda disappeared for a bit, and wanted to write a little journal why I've left Facebook, Twitter and kind of my online persona. If you care to read, down below you will find my reasons. I hope you're well, and will try to post more art soon. Feel free to discuss below your opinions on the matter, and I'll try to reply. My answer goes far beyond "I've just been busy!" and maybe you too will connect with how I've felt:

----

The other day I received an email from a fellow follower of my work, asking the question of why I left Facebook. Not that everyone should know my daily activities, but if you haven't noticed, a couple of months ago  I had deleted my FB in order to focus on my property LMS, as it's shaping up for film, and the next book in the series, LMS: Welcome to America

Now before I continue, this is strictly my opinion. I know people like to get angry online, so if you disagree with it, you have every right to. I am, in no way, forcing this onto you. I'm simply answering a question I've received a handful of times now. 


I left Facebook for multiple reasons. But mostly due to a common feeling I had been facing every time I logged into that death-trap of a site. I'll only state the points that really stood out from the others. (Sorry selfie-addicts, you're not making the cut!)  

Let's start with the News Feed. Time after time, I found myself scrolling through more negativity than positive statuses. Whether it was through tragic incidents around the world, bashing of others, or the arm-chair critics who were constantly bringing down others for enjoying a specific film, song or videogame. If not even directed at the specific person, it was the passive-aggressive and cynical nature of those comments that began to even make me feel like an asshole--finding myself slowly influenced into the same downward-spiral.

Was saying such things going to improve those films, video-games, or others? Was calling out designs I didn't like going to enhance my view of my own art, or in any way better my imagination? Frankly, it began to make me feel like a piece of shit.

Working on movies, and now being a part of my own with LMS, I've come to realize how much time and effort goes into these properties. The blood, sweat and tears that not only the creators must bring to the table (and trust me, it's more than you could imagine), but the amount the crew brings as well. You may sit there, comfortably and insult the film because you don't enjoy a specific aspect of it. But in all reality, you really don't know what that team went through to put that together until you've been through the very process.

I had come to realize that I was only absorbing the animosity others were sprouting  and soon began to reflect their own opinions onto myself. See, my friend once brought up an valuable angle I had never really thought about before:

"When you read someone's negative comment, you're transcribing it in your voice, in your own head. For example, say someone writes a status about a bad day or an unfortunate event. While support should obviously be given, by reading their negativity, you're now putting yourself into that person's perspective--and to add onto that, bringing up harsh feelings or memories possibly as well." 

I found myself becoming weaker, agreeing with comments that I may had not actually believed in. Not only that, but I began disliking certain people just for their opinions, when in all reality, they had every right to speak their mind. While I may sound like I'm contradicting my point, and with no way to solve such an issue, instead I decided to walk from that perspective entirely. Everyone has issues, some worse than others. But you can't fix, or sway, but instead, only lead by example.


I wasn't out of the worm-hole yet. Then there was the Critical Internal Voices. Not that I have any mental illnesses (well...), but I'll come out and say that believe it or not, at times I can be incredibly insecure with my own progress and career-status. It's not due to not enough followers, or Likes or Favs (those don't mean squat to the outside world, other than personal assurance), but more to the point of: Am I doing enough with what I have?

I'm lucky enough to have some incredibly inspiring and talented art-friends; a lot whom I assume most of you guys follow or look up to. Artists such as Maciej Kuciara, Anthony Jones, John Sweeney, Alex Konstad, Robert Chew, Ash Thorp, Jason Scheier, Raf Grassetti, Wes Burt, Jana Schirmer, Karla Ortiz, 
Dominic Qwek and dozens more who constantly blazed through work and absolutely killed it on the battlefield we call the business.  

Day after day I'd log in to see these guys just absolutely slaying it with new piece after new piece. Was I jealous? Oh hell yes I was and still am! With that level of skill thrown at once, how could I not be? But was I jealous to the point of disliking or resenting them? Not in the slightest, but instead, I began to find myself envious of their ability to constantly inspire and build, while I sat here questioning my slowly-crawling career.

Which brings LMS (Last Man Standing) to the table. A lot of people believe LMS was handed on a silver platter, but it truly wasn't. Thousands of dollars from my own (and my business partner) pocket have been taken and put into this property to build it into what it is today. But after seven years of pushing, and pushing, I began to ask myself: am I doing this right? 

See, I haven't ever worked full-time at a studio, and while I have dabbled in freelance on some awesome properties, I decided to take another route. From what I've heard, some people felt I was trying to toot my own horn, but in all reality, it was due to the fact that I was brainwashed one day by my amazing business partner, Stephan. I always wanted to work for Weta, ILM, Pixar, Marvel, or DC, and about eight years ago, I found myself counting change, without a pot to piss in. After begging him to find me work, he offered the insane-idea of those studios possibly working for me one day if I were to create my own property instead. I called bullshit, but then one day decided to take a leap of faith and gave (a bloody) birth to LMS: Killbook of a Bounty Hunter


That decision changed my life and offered open doors to directors, studios and creative forces I'd never imagine to work alongside or with. It became one of the most humbling, blessed and fun rides I've ever had the pleasure of being part of. However, there was an expensive cost no money could solve, only perseverance and patience.

But it's not as easy as it may sound. I wasn't handed what LMS is today on a silver platter, and I was fit with a gold crown and throne. What they don't see is that I had to build this the property from the ground up, by myself (art-wise, Stephan guided me like a true scholar through the business angle), with not a cent towards the project--all done on my own dime. 


What I would never be able to prepare myself was that it would take up to seven years to get to the point of success the property LMS is at now.  I'm not talking maybe a month of stress here or there, I'm talking all 365 days of anxiety, stress, back-aches, weight-loss, headaches and lack of money for seven, long, long years.

During those slumps  (Hollywood takes time, it's not overnight, that's for sure), I found myself not drawing. Not creating. Instead, only judging myself by my peers' standards and constantly growing more fearful of my image. 

Why are they so successful, and I'm still fighting to get my property up and running?Why cant I work for any of these studios? And don't get me wrong, I wasn't wishing them ill-will in the slightest! I want nothing but the best for these artists, as they all deserve it, and even more.

But you see, the Why's weren't directed at them, but only at me. I found myself comparing apples and oranges, when really I was trying to be a piece of toast (best analogy I had, sorry). I hadn't come to discover what I was doing, as this had become one big learning curve for me; pitching an IP on my own. That didn't stop the voices however, as they continued to ring, questioning if I was truly the artist or creator I promised everyone to be. And it hurt, big time.

Then I woke up one day. I decided to delete FB without a real goodbye and Twitter as well (Twitter sucks, I'm sorry). I no longer had anything to say. I didn't want to promise, only to wait months for another update. I didn't want to act like I was living the Mark Whalberg life of Entourage, when really I was deciding "Can I pay my apartment this month?" I had realized I needed to get my shit together, on point, and accomplish what I set out to build. So I left social media behind.

The sad truth is, I don't think I'll ever be back, and I'm very proud of my stance on that. It's opened my eyes, allowed me a sense of freedom and man, I've painted at least 65-85 LMS (some finished, other's blocked in. Man, parentheses overload!) images in that time-frame since leaving.

Not only that, I began to dig deep into my own mind and drop-kick those insecurities out the window. I was no longer distracted, jaded by cynical comments, comparing myself to others and could now focus on what I wanted to build. 


To the LMS fans and followers, I have a massive (if you've read or own the Killbook, that's just the tip of the iceberg) story to tell you. If you know anything about the series, that little revenge story that some critics have called cliche is not the ACTUAL story. And to those critics, you fit the very bill the book was aimed at, so thank you for proving my point. There is much, much more and I cannot wait to show you what Gabriel and his world have to offer in the near future, both in book and film.

To those wondering about the LMS film, I'll just say this: we're close. It's all talk for now, as I can't say much due to deals being put in place, so take it with a grain of salt. But if these next few weeks pan out the way I see them, be prepared to welcome the new anti-hero.

Ending this, I'm not ordering or even advising anyone to leave Facebook. It's a wonderful site filled with some of the most generous, loving and caring people I've ever been lucky enough to call friends or fans (I hate that title, you guys are all homies to me). 

I've met the love of my life and my pure inspiration on it (we're now a year and still going strong!), been introduced to, helped by, and inspired by some of the coolest guys and gals out there, artists or not--and you see, that's what the site should truly be about.

Enough with the cliques, enough with the downgrading, and for the love of Gabe, just inspire the younger or those around you looking up to what you're able to do for a living. Build, create, and speak your message through your own art or story-telling. We're all in this game together, not to go against each other. If the world and society hasn't already shown you that, then I don't know what will.

For updates, feel free to subscribe to this blog or follow me on Instagram (DanLuVisiArt), as I still do lurk on there. But until my big LMS announcement I have brewing, it's time to shut up and stand by the book of text I just wrote above.

Much love, thank you for reading, and I wish you all the best of luck with your current and future endeavors.

Best,
Dan

 

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Back from the dead. 

I've kinda disappeared for a bit, and wanted to write a little journal why I've left Facebook, Twitter and kind of my online persona. If you care to read, down below you will find my reasons. I hope you're well, and will try to post more art soon. Feel free to discuss below your opinions on the matter, and I'll try to reply. My answer goes far beyond "I've just been busy!" and maybe you too will connect with how I've felt:

----

The other day I received an email from a fellow follower of my work, asking the question of why I left Facebook. Not that everyone should know my daily activities, but if you haven't noticed, a couple of months ago  I had deleted my FB in order to focus on my property LMS, as it's shaping up for film, and the next book in the series, LMS: Welcome to America

Now before I continue, this is strictly my opinion. I know people like to get angry online, so if you disagree with it, you have every right to. I am, in no way, forcing this onto you. I'm simply answering a question I've received a handful of times now. 


I left Facebook for multiple reasons. But mostly due to a common feeling I had been facing every time I logged into that death-trap of a site. I'll only state the points that really stood out from the others. (Sorry selfie-addicts, you're not making the cut!)  

Let's start with the News Feed. Time after time, I found myself scrolling through more negativity than positive statuses. Whether it was through tragic incidents around the world, bashing of others, or the arm-chair critics who were constantly bringing down others for enjoying a specific film, song or videogame. If not even directed at the specific person, it was the passive-aggressive and cynical nature of those comments that began to even make me feel like an asshole--finding myself slowly influenced into the same downward-spiral.

Was saying such things going to improve those films, video-games, or others? Was calling out designs I didn't like going to enhance my view of my own art, or in any way better my imagination? Frankly, it began to make me feel like a piece of shit.

Working on movies, and now being a part of my own with LMS, I've come to realize how much time and effort goes into these properties. The blood, sweat and tears that not only the creators must bring to the table (and trust me, it's more than you could imagine), but the amount the crew brings as well. You may sit there, comfortably and insult the film because you don't enjoy a specific aspect of it. But in all reality, you really don't know what that team went through to put that together until you've been through the very process.

I had come to realize that I was only absorbing the animosity others were sprouting  and soon began to reflect their own opinions onto myself. See, my friend once brought up an valuable angle I had never really thought about before:

"When you read someone's negative comment, you're transcribing it in your voice, in your own head. For example, say someone writes a status about a bad day or an unfortunate event. While support should obviously be given, by reading their negativity, you're now putting yourself into that person's perspective--and to add onto that, bringing up harsh feelings or memories possibly as well." 

I found myself becoming weaker, agreeing with comments that I may had not actually believed in. Not only that, but I began disliking certain people just for their opinions, when in all reality, they had every right to speak their mind. While I may sound like I'm contradicting my point, and with no way to solve such an issue, instead I decided to walk from that perspective entirely. Everyone has issues, some worse than others. But you can't fix, or sway, but instead, only lead by example.


I wasn't out of the worm-hole yet. Then there was the Critical Internal Voices. Not that I have any mental illnesses (well...), but I'll come out and say that believe it or not, at times I can be incredibly insecure with my own progress and career-status. It's not due to not enough followers, or Likes or Favs (those don't mean squat to the outside world, other than personal assurance), but more to the point of: Am I doing enough with what I have?

I'm lucky enough to have some incredibly inspiring and talented art-friends; a lot whom I assume most of you guys follow or look up to. Artists such as Maciej Kuciara, Anthony Jones, John Sweeney, Alex Konstad, Robert Chew, Ash Thorp, Jason Scheier, Raf Grassetti, Wes Burt, Jana Schirmer, Karla Ortiz, 
Dominic Qwek and dozens more who constantly blazed through work and absolutely killed it on the battlefield we call the business.  

Day after day I'd log in to see these guys just absolutely slaying it with new piece after new piece. Was I jealous? Oh hell yes I was and still am! With that level of skill thrown at once, how could I not be? But was I jealous to the point of disliking or resenting them? Not in the slightest, but instead, I began to find myself envious of their ability to constantly inspire and build, while I sat here questioning my slowly-crawling career.

Which brings LMS (Last Man Standing) to the table. A lot of people believe LMS was handed on a silver platter, but it truly wasn't. Thousands of dollars from my own (and my business partner) pocket have been taken and put into this property to build it into what it is today. But after seven years of pushing, and pushing, I began to ask myself: am I doing this right? 

See, I haven't ever worked full-time at a studio, and while I have dabbled in freelance on some awesome properties, I decided to take another route. From what I've heard, some people felt I was trying to toot my own horn, but in all reality, it was due to the fact that I was brainwashed one day by my amazing business partner, Stephan. I always wanted to work for Weta, ILM, Pixar, Marvel, or DC, and about eight years ago, I found myself counting change, without a pot to piss in. After begging him to find me work, he offered the insane-idea of those studios possibly working for me one day if I were to create my own property instead. I called bullshit, but then one day decided to take a leap of faith and gave (a bloody) birth to LMS: Killbook of a Bounty Hunter


That decision changed my life and offered open doors to directors, studios and creative forces I'd never imagine to work alongside or with. It became one of the most humbling, blessed and fun rides I've ever had the pleasure of being part of. However, there was an expensive cost no money could solve, only perseverance and patience.

But it's not as easy as it may sound. I wasn't handed what LMS is today on a silver platter, and I was fit with a gold crown and throne. What they don't see is that I had to build this the property from the ground up, by myself (art-wise, Stephan guided me like a true scholar through the business angle), with not a cent towards the project--all done on my own dime. 


What I would never be able to prepare myself was that it would take up to seven years to get to the point of success the property LMS is at now.  I'm not talking maybe a month of stress here or there, I'm talking all 365 days of anxiety, stress, back-aches, weight-loss, headaches and lack of money for seven, long, long years.

During those slumps  (Hollywood takes time, it's not overnight, that's for sure), I found myself not drawing. Not creating. Instead, only judging myself by my peers' standards and constantly growing more fearful of my image. 

Why are they so successful, and I'm still fighting to get my property up and running?Why cant I work for any of these studios? And don't get me wrong, I wasn't wishing them ill-will in the slightest! I want nothing but the best for these artists, as they all deserve it, and even more.

But you see, the Why's weren't directed at them, but only at me. I found myself comparing apples and oranges, when really I was trying to be a piece of toast (best analogy I had, sorry). I hadn't come to discover what I was doing, as this had become one big learning curve for me; pitching an IP on my own. That didn't stop the voices however, as they continued to ring, questioning if I was truly the artist or creator I promised everyone to be. And it hurt, big time.

Then I woke up one day. I decided to delete FB without a real goodbye and Twitter as well (Twitter sucks, I'm sorry). I no longer had anything to say. I didn't want to promise, only to wait months for another update. I didn't want to act like I was living the Mark Whalberg life of Entourage, when really I was deciding "Can I pay my apartment this month?" I had realized I needed to get my shit together, on point, and accomplish what I set out to build. So I left social media behind.

The sad truth is, I don't think I'll ever be back, and I'm very proud of my stance on that. It's opened my eyes, allowed me a sense of freedom and man, I've painted at least 65-85 LMS (some finished, other's blocked in. Man, parentheses overload!) images in that time-frame since leaving.

Not only that, I began to dig deep into my own mind and drop-kick those insecurities out the window. I was no longer distracted, jaded by cynical comments, comparing myself to others and could now focus on what I wanted to build. 


To the LMS fans and followers, I have a massive (if you've read or own the Killbook, that's just the tip of the iceberg) story to tell you. If you know anything about the series, that little revenge story that some critics have called cliche is not the ACTUAL story. And to those critics, you fit the very bill the book was aimed at, so thank you for proving my point. There is much, much more and I cannot wait to show you what Gabriel and his world have to offer in the near future, both in book and film.

To those wondering about the LMS film, I'll just say this: we're close. It's all talk for now, as I can't say much due to deals being put in place, so take it with a grain of salt. But if these next few weeks pan out the way I see them, be prepared to welcome the new anti-hero.

Ending this, I'm not ordering or even advising anyone to leave Facebook. It's a wonderful site filled with some of the most generous, loving and caring people I've ever been lucky enough to call friends or fans (I hate that title, you guys are all homies to me). 

I've met the love of my life and my pure inspiration on it (we're now a year and still going strong!), been introduced to, helped by, and inspired by some of the coolest guys and gals out there, artists or not--and you see, that's what the site should truly be about.

Enough with the cliques, enough with the downgrading, and for the love of Gabe, just inspire the younger or those around you looking up to what you're able to do for a living. Build, create, and speak your message through your own art or story-telling. We're all in this game together, not to go against each other. If the world and society hasn't already shown you that, then I don't know what will.

For updates, feel free to subscribe to this blog or follow me on Instagram (DanLuVisiArt), as I still do lurk on there. But until my big LMS announcement I have brewing, it's time to shut up and stand by the book of text I just wrote above.

Much love, thank you for reading, and I wish you all the best of luck with your current and future endeavors.

Best,
Dan

 
ELMO - The Muppet Bounty Hunter by DanLuVisiArt
ELMO - The Muppet Bounty Hunter
Don't have a story for this one. Honestly, I'm leaving the community for a bit on all social media fronts. Nothing drastic happening, I'm not disappearing or doing anything crazy. Just need to focus on my career in concerns to LMS and the film side of it, as things are moving forward. But I didn't want to leave without some art, so until that one day where you guys will see my silly idea truly come to life, enjoy the serial killer bounty hunter ELMO from The Streets sub-series of Popped Culture. 

Prints here: www.inprnt.com/artist/print/el…

If you're interested in LMS, check it here: www.amazon.com/Last-Man-Standi…

Next volume coming out next year. 
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THE STREETS - Chapter 4 - THE GIGGLERS by DanLuVisiArt
THE STREETS - Chapter 4 - THE GIGGLERS
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Part 2: tinyurl.com/kyc9cos
Part 3: tinyurl.com/nbeoqeq

PART 4: THE GIGGLERS

Tiny white grains raced up a green-paper chute, pouring out the other end into the nose of a barely legal Muppet hooker. She pulled back, gathering her thoughts as her face burned, the bar blurring as the cocaine coursed through her frame.

Surrounding her were a gang of ruthless killers and drug pushers, known by their infamous yellow bird-shaped insignia. These were The Gigglers—a rowdy biker-gang associated with The Bird, The Streets' most notorious mob leader.

A handful of them competed in a race to see who could chug down the most beer, before slamming their glass mugs back onto the table. They come to a halt when the bar's main-entrance door flies open, banging against the wooden walls and silencing the jukebox. One of the bikers, Max, throws his green dread-locks to the side, trying to squint through his already head-splitting comedown.

Grover, a six-foot wall of blue, matted fur, makes his way through the bar, staring down the crowd of infidels who quickly go back to their own business—the once prolonged music now back on. Grover approaches the long, wooden bar-top table, lifting his coat off as the bartender approaches. The bartender wears shades, and accompanies a purple, fluorescent mo-hawk. He looks up at his

foreign customer. “What can I do for ya, pal? Beer, liquor?” he smirks. “The girls?”

Grover doesn't emote. The bartender shrugs his shoulders spinning back, but Grover slides a folder in front of him, again grabbing his attention. The hawked-Muppet looks down, opening up the manilla dossier, pushing through various polaroid photographs. “Yeah? What of it?”

I'm looking for the red one. He goes by--” Grover stops, as the green-dreaded biker, Max, taps his shoulder from behind. Max smacks on chewing tobacco, smirking as he looks back at the gang as Grover slowly turns to face him.

Yes?” Grover asks, noticing the other Giggler's as they stop their vice related activities—their focus now on him.

My girl back there,” Max says, pointing to the young hooker. “She says she knows you. Says yous' a cop. That right?” the biker chomps, almost expecting reactions from his fellow Giggler-thug accomplices. Grover looks down, a police badge resting against a stained wife-beater.

What's it look like? Now fuck off.” Grover scowls, turning and looking back at the bartender. “Look pal, I'm looking for—-”

Max is relentless, slapping Grover again. “Hey buddy, we don't like cops--”

Good, because I don't like Muppets,” grunts Grover, as he quickly spins around. With a reach of his massive blue fist, Grover connects with Max's large, pink nose, splashing blood onto the table behind him. Max falls to the floor, holding his broken snout as it drips a dark crimson juice. “My nose! You broke my fucking nose!”

One of Max's comrades quickly runs over to Grover from behind, slamming a knife into the giant's fuzzy shoulder. The edged blade meets flesh, digging deep into Grover's trapezius muscle. But the pain means nothing to the veteran of such, as Grover pauses, turning his head to see the now regretful Giggler, as he steps back cautiously. “Hey buddy...let's calm down now!” the Giggler says, raising his hands.

Big mistake.” Grover says, clenching his fist. The Muppet soars, courtesy of Grover's canon-arm once again. The purple-bartender from earlier leaps over the counter, trying to jab in hits, only to be slapped down.

Grover grabs the Giggler by his aqua-green hair and slams him face-down into one of the bar's numerous tables, causing the wooden legs of the table to buckle, crashing to the floor. The young, coked-hooker from before quickly jumps back, gasping as the towering blue giant walks over to the downed Max, wrapping his fuzzy fingers around the Giggler's neck.

I'll ask one more time you little punk,” Grover says, watching as Max flails about. “I'm looking for your leader, where is he?”

Max wiggles, trying to escape the choke hold but cant. “I—I--”

Max stops, as his eyes catch a new challenger, who walks out of the bathroom. Grover notices, slowly turning his head to his right side, following Max's sight. There stands Grover's target. His hair savage, his body thinned. His arms covered in tattoos, written of once loved giggles that would one day be feared. Grover smirks, snapping Max's neck as if it was a twig.

It's been a while,” Grover says, dropping Max's now broken body. He yanks the blade from his muscle, and tosses it to the ground. Slowly cracking his knuckles, he walks towards his blade-wielding foe.

Good to see you as well, Grover,” giggles Elmo. The sickly looking creating reaches for a knife, placed into his biker boot, as he prepares for one long, overdue, brawl. 

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THE STREETS - Chapter 3 - by DanLuVisiArt
THE STREETS - Chapter 3 -

SEVERAL YEARS LATER...

The lands were similar to aged skin, pimpled with yellow and red rocks. Fragraq had been turned into a wasteland after the vicious Fraggles attacked some time ago. The harsh sun rendered the barren environment with a warm blanket of red, but through it, a faint green figure rose.

Before we take this final shot and finish off our operation, let me ask you this. Looking back, after everything we've done, have you grown accustomed to being out here, or do you miss it?” the green amphibian asked, pulling down his binoculars. Bert pulled his rifle down, watching as Kermit scouted for any possible Fragsurgents.

“Home?” Bert asked, not having heard the word for some time. He had been assigned with Kermit D., a senior CIA Agent otherwise known by The Frog, for half of Bert's tour. Now being it's fifth year, he was ready to move back.

Kermit nodded. “Yeah, home. Do you miss it or do you prefer these rock-ridden death valleys that I like to call Hell?” Kermit smiled, pulling a fresh cigarette out of his wallet. Bert nodded as Kermit offered the last, “No. Save it.”

To answer your question, at times I miss it. I don't really got much ever since my parents passed. No home that I can call my own.” Bert sighed, letting his rifle lie on the sandbags. “There is someone though. Someone back home.”

Kermit smiled, lighting the cigarette. It had been years since the frog saw his homelands, and it was beginning to render the frog cynical. But he'd be a fool to show it, let alone to such a veteran as Bert, otherwise known, infamously by the Fraggles, as The Pigeon. Girl?” he asked, breathing in the warm tobacco.

No,” Bert smirked. “Just my brother, Ernest. He doesn't too well on his own. Kid slacks off, always telling jokes and taking baths, never taking anything too seriously.”

Kermit leaned back on his lawn chair, taking puffs of his cig. “I don't have any brothers or sisters, no family that I can recall either. Back where I'm from, in the swamp, I was a bit of a loner. Enjoyed it for a bit until I moved my way out to Hollywood. Dreams of being some big actor one day, stupid stuff that I now laugh about whenever I think about it.”

Bert looked over once more. “Actor, huh? You don't show too much range of emotion out here. I assume that comes with the badge?”

Kermit peered down at his American Flag button. “They try to remove any sense of humanity from us when they deploy us to the field. But I used to want to be something. I wanted to have my own show, maybe even movies. Had a few friends and we tried put it together, but then these fucking Fraggles decided to declare war, so it all just faded away.”

The cigarette began to fade, the ash drifting away. Kermit put it out. “And now I'm here. Sometimes your dreams don't happen, but then another door happens to open, and you're forced to take those responsibilities.”

Bert leveled his veteran rifle, peering through the scope he had become far too familiar with. “I know the feeling, doesn't sound too far off from how I am with my brother.” he said, placing the scope to his eye.

Kermit noticed he struck a chord. Quick to remedy, Kermit passed a beer. “So, your brother, tell me about him.”

Ernest is my younger brother. Good kid, just doesn't have it all together in his head. I get far more angrier at him than I should, but sometimes I just grow tired of trying to take care of him. He needs to learn how to do things on his own one day.” Bert scanned the field for any possible threats, the cross-hairs looming over possible suspects. Vicious, fast, beasts, made of ash and fire.

Where's he now?” Kermit asked, taking a gulp.

Back in The Streets. When our parent's passed, we were sent around to orphan homes. He wasn't doing too well with the change, used to having everything his way. That's when I woke him up, starting helping him with school and work. Before I got enlisted here, the kid had it all planned out. Job offers at some big comedy-bars. I think he might be onto something, I just hope he keeps it together.”

Kermit leans back as he lifts his binoculars, scoping out the Fraggle target, but Bert has been watching him for the past several minutes. “Then I'd say it's time to get you home.” Kermit peers through, watching the Fraggle run across the yellow fields. A blur. “After you.”

The thin-crosshairs slowly balance between the target's black eyes, covered with hot pink fur. This would be Bert's 45th confirmed kill while in Fragrock, and it had been a long time coming; every kill bringing him one step closer to returning to the only family he had. However, Bert had no idea of what lied before him.

The gunshot shocked Kermit, shaking him to his core. Bert gazed over his sight, watching as the Fraggle's head popped, void of any emotion he once had. He pulled back from the rifle, looking at the smiling Kermit. “It was a pleasure, sir.”

Kermit returned the gesture, throwing the beer bottles off the cliff, and folding up his chair. Bert looked once more at Fragraq, an almost beautiful if not stoic scenery. He smiled, packing his rifle away, savoring the idea of finally leaving this godforsaken war, but unknowingly about to be involved into one far, far, worse.


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Skeeter - The Nightstalker - by DanLuVisiArt
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danielmchavez Featured By Owner 2 hours ago   Digital Artist
It was awesome to read your journal update and I'm very excited to hear about the future of LMS! Will always continue to support you and your work!
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alex9119 Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2015
just got your book. i cant wait for once upon a time in amerika.
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hackedlegion Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2015
You're art is my favorite thing in this world. Got your book for Christmas. Can't stop looking at it! Everything is amazing. Hope everything is going well!
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bratchny Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2014
Yo Danny - wishing you a happy and fantastic new year! May all your artyfart wishes come true! <33 :|
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The-dolphins-cry Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2014  Student Digital Artist
is there any chance in the future, to see some Carnage in you're gallery C:
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SakuraCerry Featured By Owner Dec 10, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
LOVE YOUR WORK!
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liqsun307 Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2014  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
You. Are. Brilliant!
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ninjachocobogirl Featured By Owner Dec 1, 2014
My jaw dropped. Your art is amazing!
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SkippySplatter Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2014  New member Hobbyist Writer
I love your work! I have LMS on my coffee table! <3 Your work is amazing!
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virtuoso1618 Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2014
Hey, do you have any tips on how to cope with 'attention problems'? 
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Disoxyde Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2014  Student Digital Artist
You are impressive!
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Varnkiki Featured By Owner Nov 7, 2014  New member Hobbyist Digital Artist
It's like you're some kind of nightmare factory. Is that bad? I don't like it >_>
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Enricthepenguin92 Featured By Owner Nov 7, 2014
Oh my... Realistic cartoon characters is so creepy! O.o
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xgenesisx Featured By Owner Nov 4, 2014
HI
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phoenixleo Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2014
Hei Dan,

Someone is selling your work LMS - HEX - on ebay: www.ebay.com/itm/D3246-Spacema…
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saku-z Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2014  Student Filmographer
Account the man in the picture is for you? That appear in many placesbutI don't know
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Iceminth Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Best ID I have ever seen 8D
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Fucked-Up-Shit Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2014
like your fanfic pics. awesome stories
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ShhBANG Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2014
Just wanted to say i read your blog and its so similar to how i feel
Digital Art Is Not "Real Art"

and i completely agree... i draw something digitally, at best i can get a B, then i draw something with acrylic or oil or water color, easy A...
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Nymila Featured By Owner Sep 25, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hah that picture of you and your cat looks hilarious! :D 
also I love your brush sets! ^^
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Fastmax Featured By Owner Sep 18, 2014
Oh gosh I never laughed so much in my life.
You're take up the Muppets and Disney character being on "The Streets" is hilllarious!!!
You know of an artist here, who does a parody take on old cartoon version of "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles", named RUBAKA?
His parody will leave you in stitches!
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mmdev Featured By Owner Sep 16, 2014  Professional Digital Artist
Great!!!!
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DieHardjagged Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2014
Damn, impressive Gallery, if andava had not mentioned you in his Tumblr Post, i might have not found you and your Amazing Art.
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TravisBlack1997 Featured By Owner Sep 8, 2014  Student Artist
One hell of an artist, and one hell of a writer... what else can you do?
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TenderVigilante Featured By Owner Sep 7, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I can't wait for Chapter 5 of The Street.  Soooooo excited.
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